Under so much Pressure.
So much goes on inside of my head.
I wish there was happiness inside instead.
Waking up and feeling upset about no one being here.
Only my pain seems to be near.
Why do I feel so afraid?
I seem to be rushing instead taking it day by day.
On days like this, I do not know what to say.
I want to still believe that there is hope.
I'm not just going sit here and mope.
That is why I am writing.
Why do I always feel like crying,
It's not really living if I feel like I am dying.
From the inside.
I'm tired of living like this.
Tiring of looking the other way
Time for something new.
I'm tired asking myself, what to do?
Writing is my way of expressing myself.
It's my way of telling my story when I'm not able to speak.
What's really going on? Do I even know?
Fading away from reality, where do I even go?
Do I go away to a sunny place ?
That would be a lie, you can tell by the look on my face.
I walk a few blocks and then I suddenly die.
I die a little bit on the inside.
Why?
I am unsure of myself.
Alone in a room barely asking for help.
Help won't just magically appear.
I don't see a sign that says that relief is near.
I find it so hard to talk to anyone about what's really going on.
I really wish that this pain was gone.
Instead it reveals to me in many forms.
Always seeing an opportunity to knock on my door.
I know what is there but it always finds a way.
It doesn't care about the time or the day.
Seeking to destroy me from within.
Gloating at me to just give them the win.
Well that bugger can just go somewhere.
Showing me things that aren't really there.
I know who I am.
I am human who simply understands.
Even though i have gone through so much.
For this world its not ever enough.
I wonder will happen next ?
I hope everything works out for the best.
What's really going on? Do I even know?
Fading away from reality, where do I even go?
Do I go away to a sunny place ?
That would be a lie, you can tell by the look on my face.
I walk a few blocks and then I suddenly die.
I die a little bit on the inside.
Why?
I am unsure of myself.
Alone in a room barely asking for help.
Help won't just magically appear.
I don't see a sign that says that relief is near.
I find it so hard to talk to anyone about what's really going on.
I really wish that this pain was gone.
Instead it reveals to me in many forms.
Always seeing an opportunity to knock on my door.
I know what is there but it always finds a way.
It doesn't care about the time or the day.
Seeking to destroy me from within.
Gloating at me to just give them the win.
Well that bugger can just go somewhere.
Showing me things that aren't really there.
I know who I am.
I am human who simply understands.
Even though i have gone through so much.
For this world its not ever enough.
I wonder will happen next ?
I hope everything works out for the best.
